| Nothing seems to lift the soul like time
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| Some wake up in dreams that we can’t buy
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| And we’re holding on for somewhere better
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| Early morning sits with me and her words just blind
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| Nothing seems to move the air like time
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| Some wake up in hell and their whole world dies
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| And we’re holding on for somewhere better
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| Grass is always greener, are you blind?
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| Bet you’re always first in line for nothing
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| Happy ever after, stand in line
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| Have your pain, I don’t want it
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| Read between the bloody lies
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| Tell me you can hear them laughing
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| Ours is not to reason but to die
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| Fuck our noble men and masters
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| Ever get the feeling you’ve been had
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| Suffer little children, that’s it
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| Not that dream you dreamt when you were bad
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| The picture isn’t perfect is it?
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| I have seen enough to know I know
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| The screaming never stops, just listen
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| Tell the king and all his spineless whores
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| They will know of our existence
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| Jesus I’m in love with nothing
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| Save yourselves you fucking clones
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| Insignificant my nothing
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| Save your breath, you’re nothing more
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| Climb your prison walls until you’re
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| High enough to know your nothing new
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| Insignificant little shit
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| I hate your fucking, hate your fucking
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| Nothing
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| All is getting better are you blind?
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| Bet your son is not a soldier is he?
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| Stand behind your master and his line
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| See it, see it, never witness
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| Ours is not to reason but to die
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| I can’t hear no words of wisdom
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| Still the buried sons of war
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| Turning underneath the kingdom
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| Ever get the feeling you’ve been had
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| Suffer little children, that’s it
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| Not that dream you dreamt when you were bad
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| The picture isn’t perfect is it?
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| I have seen enough to know I know
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| The screaming never stops, just listen
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| Tell the king and all his spineless whores
|
| They will know of our existence
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| Jesus I’m in love with nothing
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| Save yourselves you fucking clones
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| Insignificant my nothing
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| Save your breath, you’re nothing more
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| Climb your prison walls until you’re
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| High enough to know your nothing new
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| Insignificant little shit
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| I hate your fucking, hate your fucking
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| Nothing |